Teetering on the edge of whatever

My company I work for recently updated our internal website. The company does a great job at recognizing when the employees help one another, and encourages everyone to nominate each other for "kudos" rewards. The site is now very similar to Facebook, where we can communicate with each other, including update our profile. Which I did today. Once I was done, the site informed me of the following: "Days till next Birthday: 136".

That's not a lot of time. I remember when I was sitting in Ft. Smith and started this blog. It seriously feels like a few days ago. It was the middle of January, there was snow on the ground in Chicago, and a blistering wind in Arkansas. I was contemplating life, and coined my personal quote for the year which would be, "teetering on the edge of 40." I was also looking forward to getting through the winter, my most dreaded season, and dreaming about the spring and summer days and nights to come. At that point, there were 364 days till my next birthday, which seemed so far away.

The scary thing is summer is almost over. Already. It's August 31st and temperatures will probably remain in the high 60's/low 70's from now until the end of next month. And now that summer is nearly over, we continue to comment on things we should do more. Like camping. Like family bike rides. Like picking fresh fruit at various orchards. Like going to baseball games. Like fishing. Like going to the beach. Like taking the dog to the dog park. Like sitting outside and watch the kids play on the swing set.

It's been a strange summer season, really. I'm not sure if we hit over 100 degrees. We've had a fair share of rain, which has kept us in the house more than usual. Just like winter.

We have kept to our regular evening walks pretty consistently, which is nice. I've kept to the goal of writing this blog every day. But I feel like the summer has gone by too quickly. I feel like this year is going by too quickly.

As children, we revel in the joy of getting older. We want to see double digits, we want to become teenagers, we want to graduate high school, go to college, be on our own. We want time to go fast.

As I teeter on the edge of whatever, I'd much rather see time slow down. I'd prefer if it was a warm summer night, sitting in the backyard, watching the kids play on the swing set. Forever.